Paris, the city I seem to never get enough of. It’s magical, the way the light hits the Seine. The way a croissant crunches perfectly. The way Parisians move through the streets. It’s one of those places I could never tire of. Paris’ pull is one that always captures me — it wouldn’t be a trip to France without stopping by to say hi.
With a quick weekend stop in Paris this past month, the time was filled with the usual suspects. Coffee at Cafe Kitsune, lunch by the Places des Vosges, and an obligatory sunrise walk through the empty streets of the Île de la Cité. It’s hard not to fall on hold habits, but then again it’s Paris, a city with tradition and an undying love for keeping it.
The Parisian restaurant scene seems to keep changing, though the classics like Au Passage, Septime, and Clamato are forever favorites. The cafes are always bustling, and one could sit forever, sipping down a citron pressé on a muggy day. It only seems right to pass the day with a book in hand. As the afternoon starts to fade, the shade from the grand buildings provide the perfect solution to a walk down the boulevards.
It’s hard not to walk with my head in the clouds in Paris. I’ve never been much of a romantic, but Paris pushes me in a way to slow down, soak in the architecture, the sights, and the sounds. I love seeing the ivy-dripped walls of cafes, seeing the Seine with morning light, and nothing beats the twinkling lights of the streets at night.
All good things come to an end, and so must a weekend in Paris too. With two days well-spent, full hearts and tired feet, Paris will always remain for a decidedly great escape.